Chapter 9: The Spoils - 4
Chapter 9: The Spoils - 4
"Nn... ah...."
As Jiha's fingertips stroked her soft cleft directly, Enril let out a pained moan.
Her underwear was already drenched from the honey leaking out of her.
When his fingertips traced the edge of her slit, her body flinched and twitched.
His fingers kept circling the rim without going further, and Enril let out a frustrated, aching moan.
"J-just a little more...."
"Say it clearly."
At Jiha's cold command, Enril hesitated, her mouth working but no words coming out.
Well, it made sense. This was a peerless beauty who'd never allowed a man's hands anywhere near her. Asking her to voice anything beyond this was a tall order.
But breaking through that hesitation was exactly what Jiha intended.
Her indecision dragged on, and Jiha's fingertip brushed against the nub nestled at the top of her cleft.
"Ahk...."
The sensation was apparently unbearable—the strength drained from Enril's body in an instant. Jiha's other arm was wrapped around her waist, the only thing keeping her from collapsing completely onto the bed.
Perched precariously on her toes, her body shuddered and moaned under wave after wave of pleasure.
Jiha stimulated her cleft over and over.
Even through the drenched honey-slick mess, every time his fingertip rubbed the swollen, sensitive nub, Enril's body convulsed.
"Haaang, haaahhh...."
Half-collapsed forward, Enril buried her face in the bedsheets and could do nothing but moan. She'd completely lost the ability to speak. Seeing that, Jiha slowly began to withdraw his fingers from her underwear.
"...Wh-why?"
The fingers that had been sending such pleasant electricity through her were suddenly retreating, and Enril glanced back in pained dismay.
Her blue eyes were moist and clouded, her slack face flushed with heat.
A bead of sweat tracing down the nape of her flushed brown neck was lethally seductive.
She was a stunning woman, collapsed on the bed and reduced to begging for a man's touch.
It was almost impossible to believe this was the same Enril Woniak who'd looked at men like trash, who'd regarded Jiha with pure contempt.
Her frail voice asking why he'd pulled away was laced with a note of reproach, and even Jiha felt a brief stir of internal chaos.
An urge to just shove inside her without thinking.
A desire to wring even more obscene sounds from those disheveled features, from those reddened lips.
A craving to pin that arrogant, insolent woman beneath him and make her beg.
His head felt ready to burst from the sheer male impulse to glut himself on pleasure and then pour everything out inside her.
"Lift your hips."
Fortunately, Enril was too lost in her own writhing to notice Jiha's momentary loss of composure.
At his clipped order, she obediently raised her rear.
Melted by pleasure, the lock on her reason had been thrown wide open.
Jiha stripped off her thoroughly soaked underwear and tossed them aside carelessly. Then he sat the utterly limp Enril back up and let her lean against him.
Utterly overwhelmed by the first intense pleasure of her life, she followed his guidance without resistance.
"Clean it up."
Jiha lifted his fingers, slick with her honey, in front of her face.
Even in her state, a flicker of hesitation crossed Enril's features at this.
But it lasted only a moment. She docilely took his fingers into her mouth and began to suck.
As Enril obediently lapped and sucked his fingers clean of the nectar her own body had produced, Jiha realized the time was ripe.
Besides, he had reached his own limit.
Jiha pulled down his trousers. He'd been aroused enough that the front of his underwear was already damp.
That was only natural, really. He was pressed skin-to-skin with a woman for the first time in a while, and practicing unprecedented patience to boot.
After pulling his underwear down as well, Jiha took hold of his manhood and pressed it lightly against Enril's cleft.
Enril, utterly absorbed in sucking his fingers, remained unaware of what was happening.
Schluuck.
Jiha positioned the head against her entrance and pressed down on her shoulders. Only then did Enril register the situation and flinch.
Jiha pulled his fingers from her mouth and wrapped his arm firmly around her waist instead.
The dark veins bulging along his rigid length began to part her thoroughly soaked slit.
"Hnk...."
At the foreign sensation of flesh prying her open, Enril whimpered in distress and twisted. Parting that incredibly tight cleft was making Jiha break out in a cold sweat as well.
Drenched as she was, the resistance was still fierce.
"It... it hurts...."
Enril's plea was weak, but Jiha ignored it. Doing this slowly wasn't going to change the facts.
Squelch.
"Nn. Nnnn...."
Once more than half was inside, Enril could only emit pained moans and stopped saying anything else.
From her reactions, this was clearly a body experiencing a man for the first time, but everything considered, entry was progressing fairly smoothly.
"Hurts. Ah. Nnn... P-please... do it gently...."
Ignoring her frail protests, Jiha's rigid manhood relentlessly burrowed into her inner flesh.
Accompanied by a squirming sensation, a pleasant warmth tickled his length.
So tight.
The narrow cleft was clamping down on his manhood as though to torment it. Jiha growled the words out like a beast.
"Relax."
"B-but...."
Enril sounded close to tears now. She, too, had apparently hit her limit.
He'd buried himself two-thirds of the way. When Jiha paused, Enril exhaled a sigh of relief.
Stopping his advance, Jiha used his hands to caress Enril's body.
With more than half already inside her and her waist pinned securely, Enril had no choice but to let him do as he pleased.
Jiha's hand subtly stimulated her lower belly. As if newly registering the foreign presence inside her, Enril let out a pained moan.
"Eung, nn...."
She seemed to know enough about this act to realize it wasn't over yet.
Wordlessly, Jiha slid his hand lower and began teasing the nub nestled at the apex of her cleft again.
Enril's body, which had gone rigid, twitched, and a moan slipped out.
"Eung... nn. Haaaah."
Every time his fingertip flicked it, the nub swelled in protest and honey gushed forth.
The inside of her cleft, which had clenched up and tensed around the first intruder, began growing wetter and softer.
"Nnng...."
As Enril's body began to loosen, a fresh wave of pleasure crashed over Jiha.
Enril's cleft was so narrow it felt like pushing any deeper would be impossible, and so scorching hot it threatened to melt his iron-hard manhood into a useless puddle.
He desperately wanted to start moving, but felt like he'd spill everything instantly if he did.
When a pained groan escaped his lips, Enril misinterpreted it and gave the fingers that had just been touching her cleft a little lick.
"...."
This was like taming a man-eating leopard and then holding it in your arms.
She was behaving docilely now, but would she still be like this after tonight?
With those thoughts churning through his head, Jiha pushed the rest of his length inside.
"Ah... aah...."
A fine tremor ran through Enril's body as she accepted him.
Finally buried to the hilt, Jiha stopped moving for a moment and steadied his breathing.
The cavern that had enveloped the invader was clamping down on him angrily. He was a hair's breadth from finishing then and there.
"Nggh...."
Enril sat obediently in his embrace, doing nothing but moan. Jiha carefully tested their joined point of union with a slight motion.
"Ngh...."
Until now, Enril had been the one suffering, but now it was Jiha's turn to groan.
The cleft that was clamping down hard enough to prevent movement suddenly churned riotously the moment he so much as twitched.
The pressure felt like a woman taking a firm grip with her hand and stroking him up and down.
"This is... amazing."
The words escaped before Jiha could stop them.
His policy of pushing Enril aggressively meant he shouldn't reveal what he was thinking, but as a man, he couldn't help it.
Calling it a masterwork wasn't enough.
She was a woman built to melt men.
Every slight motion of his hips made her tightly-squeezing slit clamp down in protest and then drench him in hot liquid as if to pacify him.
It wasn't just that she gripped him tightly; her insides also caressed him soft enough to melt.
Even Jiha, who was no stranger to women, could barely keep his wits about him.
His vision swam, his breathing turned ragged.
"Nn, ngh, aahng...."
Every time Jiha moved slowly, Enril trembled with pleasure in his arms.
Above, she let out bewitching moans to entice a man. Below, she tormented and seduced his manhood.
"Hoo, hoo...."
Even while reeling from pleasure beyond anything he'd imagined, Jiha kept his mind working.
If he sped up now, he couldn't guarantee what he'd look like in the morning.
'Can I do something with Mana?'
Jiha paused his movements and pondered.
It was possible to use Mana to reinforce parts of the body—so was it possible to reinforce his manhood too? But sexual sensation was a nervous system issue....
While Jiha was pondering this... Enril moved her hips slightly.
"Urk...."
A sudden surge of pleasure made Jiha's brow furrow. Her grip was so exquisite that even the smallest movement sent a shock of pleasure bolting straight to his spine.
But whether by accident or intent, Enril didn't stop.
"You, what...."
Jiha was about to tell her to hold still but bit his lip instead.
Enril's voluptuous brown rear drew a slow circle, and his length ached as if it might snap—and then a wave of pleasure beyond mere pain swept over him.
She was literally wringing him out.
"Nn, ngh... Haaang."
Enril let out sobbing moans as she clumsily rotated her hips.
She was clearly a novice who'd never done this before, her movements awkward and hesitant, but her tightness was so superb that even this was making his mind go blank.
"Stay still...."
Jiha pressed down on her shoulders, but she seemed beyond hearing.
The cavern surrounding him was even hotter and wetter than before.
As Enril awkwardly shifted her hips side to side, Jiha could barely manage to suppress the groans that wanted to leak out.
"Nn, eung. Ah, feels good... Hah, ah!"
As Enril continued moving while panting, Jiha shut his eyes. He was desperately holding back the rising urge to climax, but he wouldn't last much longer.
In that case, plan change.
"Hoo, hoo...."
Jiha began to move himself, matching her rhythm.
Enril, whose motions had been fumbling moments ago, quickly synchronized with him.
The back-facing sitting position—holding her from behind while embedded and rocking his hips in and out—isn't a posture that easily reaches climax.
He'd chosen this position intending to last a long time, but Enril's body was delivering pleasure beyond anything he'd anticipated.
Now his head was full of nothing but the desire to push even deeper, to feel even better.
As they moved together in sync, a pleasure greater than before stroked his manhood.
It was as if she'd gently nibble and wring him one moment, then let go and clamp down tight the next.
Drenched in sweat, Jiha focused everything on thrusting deeper still.
"Ha, aah, ahng, nn...."
Every time he moved, the woman in his arms panted and quivered.
She was so bewitching it was impossible to believe she'd been untouched by men until just a little while ago.
This silver-haired beauty was rolling her large rear and twisting her waist to match his tempo.
With each motion, pleasure surged in like a tide, and a tingling sensation climbed from deep in his thighs to his spine.
"Ugh, ggh."
Jiha sensed he was gradually reaching his limit.
All the pent-up seed he'd been storing since arriving in Warsland was boiling up at once.
"I'm... gonna come...."
"N-no... A lowly human male trying to sow his seed in me, a dark elf...."
Enril, who'd been moaning in a pleasure-soaked daze, shook her head in denial.
But her words were at odds with her body; her hot cavern clamped down on Jiha's manhood tighter than ever before.
"Kh, ngh, ghh...."
He had no intention of pulling out, but even if he'd wanted to, it would've been impossible right now.
Jiha was gritting his teeth, trying to draw it out just a little longer, when Enril began shaking her rear seductively side to side.
A spike of irritation hit him. Jiha crushed Enril's slender waist against him with enough force to nearly snap it and hooked his chin over her shoulder.
"Ah. Aahng. No. No... Not inside...."
He locked her in place so she couldn't budge, and when his hips started moving more roughly than before, Enril's voice came out terrified.
She knew he wasn't about to back off.
"Ha, haaahng! No! If I accept the seed of a lowly human man... I'll truly... truly be defiled... Nn! Hnnng!"
Yet despite her words, her slender arms wrapped tightly around Jiha's neck.
As though she wanted to press more skin against him, as though she'd resigned herself.
As though she was ready to accept everything.
"Hrrrgh."
Arms around the peerless beauty's waist and hers wrapped around his neck, Jiha plunged himself into her deepest reaches and his body twitched and jerked.
"Ah, aaaah... Aaahng!"
The moment Jiha stopped, Enril's cavern clamped down around him as if it had been waiting.
At the end of his length, buried in a cave that was hot and soft and demanding, an explosive reaction erupted.
Spurt! Spurt!
A sickening wave of pleasure that felt like the lower half of his body was melting made Jiha shudder and gasp for air.
The release didn't end in one go; it continued in intermittent pulses.
The lingering pleasure washed over him in tides, strong enough to make his thighs quiver.
Still buried to the hilt, Jiha waited leisurely for the final pulse of release to subside.
His body was drenched in sweat, a languid exhaustion spreading through him, while his manhood continued to intermittently twitch and spill seed.
He felt like he could stay like this forever.
"Hah, hah...."
Enril, still joined with him, had her back ramrod straight and was frozen rigid.
Her lower lip was bitten down hard, and every time Jiha released, a thin, long shudder ran through her body.
"Hngh...."
With a sultry sound, Enril sighed, and the tension drained from her rigid body.
The arms that had been wrapped around Jiha's neck lost their strength, and she slumped forward slightly.
Jiha's arm was still locked around her waist, so she didn't collapse completely. Enril braced herself against the bed sheets and gasped for breath.
"Hahk!"
She must have assumed it was all over, but when Jiha released one more time, Enril's large rear quivered and shook.
Jiha felt like he could keep coming forever if he stayed inside her like this.
"Fuuuu."
The seemingly endless pulses of Jiha's release finally tapered off.
Enril, who'd had her head buried in the sheets, slowly raised it.
Her expression was dazed, her gaze hazy. She looked at him, and her lips moved languidly.
"...So much hot stuff... flowing down."
Perhaps thinking she needed to keep the sheets from getting dirty, Enril slowly reached a hand toward her lower belly.
But Jiha, still connected to her, gave a slight push forward with his hips.
"Hnk...."
Letting out a sweet moan, Enril looked back at him uneasily.
Jiha made sure to confirm that her suspicion wasn't wrong.
"Rest a little. Then one more round."
When breaking a wild filly, once wasn't enough.